It's all good, Billy.
I think about my grand dad the old farmstead in the hills around the Des Moines River back in Iowa. I tried like hell to buy a piece of ground from it, but didn't have the means.
I never really got to know him that well, Parkinson's and Alsheimer's got him before I was old enough. I really only got to know him through the fields, hill, and hollers that were his, and I wish were mine.
I hope that the life I've made would make him proud, but I've never had any dreams about him... I think it might be because we never got to know each other. I still own the last car he ever owned, a '68 Pontiac Bonneville that I'm trying to restore.
Yeah, I believe that those we were close to can visit us in altered states. Maybe I listen to too much Coast to Coast AM (
www.coasttocoastam.com)
Keep telling the stories of your grand dad, Billy. I for one love to hear 'em.
J